I talk to everybody. That has always been a source of amusement to my husband and probably to the rest of my family and close friends. I’m a people watcher, and whenever I see something, in my opinion, that merits a comment , I am quick to offer one. It is always in a spirit of fun, never critical, and nearly every time I make a comment, I get a smile or laugh and a reply.
Because I enjoy talking to people, I don’t order a lot of things online, preferring to talk to someone on the phone instead. I think I’m on a first-name basis with half the customer service representatives at L.L. Bean. How else would I know what the weather is up there in Maine or how their families are doing or if the color of that sweater is really as pretty a red as it looks in the catalog?
When my husband came home for dinner tonight, he turned on the radio so we could listen to our classical music station, WHRO, while we ate. Since it happens to be their pledge drive week, instead of music, he was greeted by someone talking and asking for support.
“I know it’s necessary,” my husband said, “but I really hate this time of the year.”
I perked up. “But I got to hear my name on the radio when I called in my pledge this morning.” Mind you, I could have made my donation over the internet, but as I’ve been saying, I like the personal touch.
“Did they say Susan, or did you give them your full name?” my husband asked.
“Oh, my whole name, of course, and I told them we had moved up here from San Antonio, and we had a classical station there as well, and I was so excited when we moved up here because we have some of the same programs we had in Texas and the announcers are the same, so it sounded so comforting to hear the same voices, and…”
My husband interrupted. “Is this another case of “Help I’m talking and I can’t shut up?” He started laughing. “So, now do they know our entire history?” He was laughing harder and harder. “What else did you tell them?”
I looked at him over my glasses while he continued to laugh hysterically. “I told them of our impending divorce.”